Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.